Music found me...believe that.. Music good crazy land am different horse god put me here 88220 a purpose wasn't me was the Lord....peace now past abusive no more.murder she wrote pure mind means mente. Santa Muerte is my god...believe that...

Am the one yya the brain the pro...am the one..am not in shock... Murder she wrote not now am hereby report music way...takes a queen a mother to cry and pray..am brutal means wild west way...hereby I pray...love if mine only Joe am selmade...top of line am that host...am OK...

Love when bun b come wit it: 'She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it'